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Thai Bites

Last week, Michael and I snuck away to one of our favorite restaurants for lunch, Flavor Thai. Here are snippets of the conversation.

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"How is your house?" -- asked by our waitress. This is the standard fire-related question here in San Diego.

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"Hey, let's buy a mini van."

"Yea? So we can spend $400 each month for it to sit in our driveway, just so we'll have it on those rare occasions when we need to seat more than four people instead of renting a mini van for $80 a day?"

OK, guess not...

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"This soup makes me happy. I should remember this the next time I'm in a bad mood. I'll come here, eat this soup, and feel better. It's that good."

"You want to finish mine?"

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"Is that woman talking on her cell phone?"

"No. She must talk loud normally, I guess."

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"Look at these deserts. Sweet rice... coconut ice cream... mangos... Poor Thai children. Don't they ever get chocolate?"

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"No, I don't need a Band-Aid. It'll clot on its own, eventually."

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"Dang! I got Panang on my Thang!"

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Oh how we love Flavor Thai!



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